He looks at the screen and he likes what he sees
Superficial images that, "Make his life complete"
When he's had enough he just flips a switch
He'll grow no smarter, yet he'll become "Rich"
Electrons penetrate his mind he cannot think
He believes everything he sees
And as he turns it off the mist begins to clear
His god is his TV
No joke No riddle
Not laughing cause I'm not tickled
No rhyme Or reason All success, but there's no meaning
Ignorance is the machine that got it started first
Man or woman, color, race it doesn't pick a worst
Even though we know it kills we stare at it all day
Our defensive skills are slowly crumbling away
Take my life into your hands
Give it to somebody else
Someone who understands